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She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. She had no intention whatsoever of spending her life in a convent, but that was not his affair. . Mr. "We've heard coming and going. She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. " "Take time to consider of it," replied Wood sulkily, "there's no hurry. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back.
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